C70 The Prince's Thief Ship

Yin Qiushui's body was powerless as she lay in the warm crook of Xiao Mochen's arm. Her body and mind, however, were both relaxed.

Xiao Mochen caressed her slender arm as he glanced at her side profile with a gentle gaze, "This King is going to the morning assembly."

He hadn't been in the palace for some time. If he didn't go now